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Best Famous Haiku Poems

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by Tanwir Phool | |

Haiku

Khail maiN haiN mashGhool
BachchoN ke dil ki dhaRkan
ChiRyaa , titli , phool

(Poet : Tanwir Phool)

English translation
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They are busy in playing.
Children are very fond of Sparrow , butterfly and flower You may read more poetry (Ghazal) of Tanwir Phool at this link: http://www.
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php?f=2&t=7403


by Masaoka Shiki | |

Toward those short trees

Toward those short trees
We saw a hawk descending
On a day in spring


by Natsume Soseki | |

Over the wintry

Over the wintry
forest, winds howl in rage
with no leaves to blow.


by Jack Kerouac | |

Haiku

 Birds singing
 in the dark
—Rainy dawn.


by Jack Kerouac | |

Haiku

 The low yellow
 moon above the
Quiet lamplit house


by Jack Kerouac | |

Haiku

 The taste
 of rain
—Why kneel?


by Adrian Green | |

Luna Lake Haiku

 New moon on the lake.
Your voice and the nightingale serenade springtime.
Full moon on the lake.
Your voice and the waterbirds celebrate summer.
Old moon on the lake.
Owls hunting autumnal food - your voice still singing.


by Donald Hall | |

Distressed Haiku

 In a week or ten days
the snow and ice
will melt from Cemetery Road.
I'm coming! Don't move! Once again it is April.
Today is the day we would have been married twenty-six years.
I finished with April halfway through March.
You think that their dying is the worst thing that could happen.
Then they stay dead.
Will Hall ever write lines that do anything but whine and complain? In April the blue mountain revises from white to green.
The Boston Red Sox win a hundred straight games.
The mouse rips the throat of the lion and the dead return.


by Kobayashi Issa | |

That wren

 That wren--
looking here, looking there.
You lose something?


by Barry Tebb | |

LETTER TO MICHAEL HOROVITZ

 It is time after thirty years

We had our Poetry Renaissance

Rise, Children of Albion, rise!

It is time after nightmares of sleep

When we walked the streets of inner cities

Our poems among the burnt-out houses

And cars, whispering compassion

To the addicts shaking and the homeless

Waking and those who have come apart

In the nowhere of today

Begging in stations

Sleeping in boxes.
It is time to find Our lost, those children I taught three decades ago To paint on ceilings With sticks of incense Rainbows of silence For John Cage To write on walls In luminous paint Pink haiku For Allen Ginsberg.
It is time to awaken and emblazon the sky With symphonies of sorrow, To draft the articles of war.
Poets of the Underground The doors have opened The ghost of Walt Whitman Grey-bearded, in lonely anguish Walks with us.


by Matsuo Basho | |

Four Haiku

 Spring:
A hill without a name
Veiled in morning mist.
The beginning of autumn: Sea and emerald paddy Both the same green.
The winds of autumn Blow: yet still green The chestnut husks.
A flash of lightning: Into the gloom Goes the heron's cry.


by Matsuo Basho | |

In the twilight rain

In the twilight rain
these brilliant-hued hibiscus . . .
A lovely sunset


by Matsuo Basho | |

From time to time

From time to time
The clouds give rest
To the moon-beholders.


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In the cicada's cry

In the cicada's cry
No sign can foretell
How soon it must die. 


by Matsuo Basho | |

An old silent pond...

An old silent pond...
A frog jumps into the pond,
splash! Silence again. 


by Richard Brautigan | |

Haiku Ambulance

 A piece of green pepper
fell
off the wooden salad bowl:
so what?


by Paul Eluard | |

Five Haiku

 The wind 
Undecided 
Rolls a cigarette of air 

The mute girl talks: 
It is art's imperfection.
This impenetrable speech.
The motor car is truly launched: Four martyrs' heads Roll under the wheels.
Ah! a thousand flames, a fire, The light, a shadow! The sun is following me.
A feather gives to a hat A touch of lightness: The chimney smokes.